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...Line to South Station, transfer to the Silver Line (Outbound) to World Trade Center Station. Walk one block towards the NE on Viaduct St. Turn right on Northern Ave. $15 admission charge includes half-dozen oysters, and the first 300 shellfish aficionados get free t-shirts. 21+. Slurp...
...hitch in that great new technology is that while Oxyride is clearly better for digital cameras and other gadgets that slurp up a lot of energy in pulses, it is less effective for things that consume low amounts of energy at a constant rate, like radios and smoke alarms. "Our preliminary tests show that Oxyride is a good cell," says Paul Klatt, a quality-assurance engineer for Batteries Plus, a retail chain specializing in batteries. "But its niche is really higher-drain devices...
...steady trade supplying beer and tanning lotion to the crowd, while, behind them, kneeling on bamboo mats, masseuses cheerily press their palms into the backs of heavyset men for $8 an hour. On the beachfront, more holidaymakers pile into caf?s to order pizza and hamburgers and fried shrimp and slurp down mango shakes. Anya and Toon Bakker, a retired couple from Holland, have traveled from their beach resort farther down the coast to spend a day at Patong. "We knew people here would need our business," says Anya. "We are not disaster tourists. We are not here...
After a late night, New York City college student Dave Hearns and his friends don't count on coffee for a quick perk-up the next morning. Instead they slurp cans of energy drinks like New York Minute, a caffeine-infused beverage that smacks of sweet cherries. "I don't like the taste of coffee," says Hearns. "This wakes me up more." He says this even though New York Minute, like most energy drinks, contains up to a third less caffeine than a cup of coffee...
Packs of undergraduates slurp their Scorpion Bowls, while townies in the next booth dig into plates of chow mein and sweet and sour fish. A burly Cambridge police officer lingers by the door as an even burlier bouncer blocks the main entrance, scrutinizing questionable ID holograms under dim yellowish foyer lighting. Keeping a vigilant eye on all aspects of food and bar service, owner Paul Lee slips with discreet authority from the main-floor restaurant to the bar and dance floor on the upper levels. The raucous laughter of drunken college students and the thumping rhythms of Beyoncé form...